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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;<br>I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three;<br>``Good speed!'' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew;<br>``Speed!'' echoed the wall to us galloping through;<br>Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,<br>And into the midnight we galloped abreast.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace<br>Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;<br>I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,<br>Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,<br>Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,<br>Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	III.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near<br>Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;<br>At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see;<br>At Dffeld,'twas morning as plain as could be;<br>And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime,<br>So, Joris broke silence with, ``Yet there is time!''</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	IV.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,<br>And against him the cattle stood black every one,<br>To stare thro' the mist at us galloping past,<br>And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,<br>With resolute shoulders, each hutting away<br>The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	V.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back<br>For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track;<br>And one eye's black intelligence,---ever that glance<br>O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance!<br>And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon<br>His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	VI.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, ``Stay spur!<br>``Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her,<br>``We'll remember at Aix''---for one heard the quick wheeze<br>Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees,<br>And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,<br>As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	VII.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, we were left galloping, Joris and I,<br>Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;<br>The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh,<br>'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff;<br>Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white,<br>And ``Gallop,'' gasped Joris, ``for Aix is in sight!''</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	VIII.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">``How they'll greet us!''---and all in a moment his roan<br>Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone;<br>And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight<br>Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,<br>With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,<br>And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	IX.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall,<br>Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,<br>Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,<br>Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer;<br>Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good,<br>Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">	X.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=506378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And all I remember is---friends flocking round<br>As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground;<br>And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,<br>As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,<br>Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)<br>Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Browning">Robert Browning</a></strong></div>